day 1 - move to the beautiful Yarra Valley
day 8 - 'i love you'
day 13 - driving with the new mum-in-law
new mum: "we really want him to settle down. it's so good to finally see him happy!"
me: "why does everyone keep saying that?"
new mum didn't answer
day 14 - for no apparent reason Dj shuts down. turns cold. very cold and a very different person
day 15 - no sex for 24 hours make me a little cranky
day 16 - i overheard Dj watching Two and a Half Men ...and he's laughing *shudder*
day 17 - visit friend in melbourne. i cheer up. the ride out to the valley really feels like i'm coming back home. i apologise for being a grumpy prick
day 21 - while driving Dj says "it's not working out."
day 22 - devastated and confused. i have no idea what to do
day 23 - i spend to weekend with mates in the city to give him space and thinking time
day 25 - i come home to 2 cars in the driveway. a swarm of empty beer bottles. bed and guest bed immaculate. lube bottle way down. douche house still attached to bath
i think not much thinking was going on during thinking time
the third cigarette in the ashtray was his ex. he tells me nothing happened. for the moment, i believe it because i want to believe it. as he is leaving i hear the ex tell Dj, "you've got a really good man there. stop being such a fucking child!"
day 26- my old boss calls. he's under going chemotherapy again.
ol' boss: "if you ever come back to sydney.."
me: "i'll grab a flight tomorrow!"
day 27 -
Dj: "you want to come to ikea?"
me: "to come look at furniture i won't be having in a house i won't be living in? umm, no. i have to be at the airport at 1pm"
Dj: "but you are coming back? aren't you?"
me: "what!?! what the fuck?"
i spend the next four weeks back in Sydney filling in at the ol' Toolshed. i spend the days at the gym, getting my drivers licence sorted and the nights at work. i tried to occupy myself as much as possible to distract myself from being angry. i would have been happy with a good 6 months; instead i got 2 weeks. so after a week of no response to texts and avoiding phonecalls... fuck this! i'm going back on the game!
Mild-mannered sex shop sales assistant by night...
avenger of unfucked horny bottoms by even later night...
this city will have a new hero
day 8 - 'i love you'
day 13 - driving with the new mum-in-law
new mum: "we really want him to settle down. it's so good to finally see him happy!"
me: "why does everyone keep saying that?"
new mum didn't answer
day 14 - for no apparent reason Dj shuts down. turns cold. very cold and a very different person
day 15 - no sex for 24 hours make me a little cranky
day 16 - i overheard Dj watching Two and a Half Men ...and he's laughing *shudder*
day 17 - visit friend in melbourne. i cheer up. the ride out to the valley really feels like i'm coming back home. i apologise for being a grumpy prick
day 21 - while driving Dj says "it's not working out."
day 22 - devastated and confused. i have no idea what to do
day 23 - i spend to weekend with mates in the city to give him space and thinking time
day 25 - i come home to 2 cars in the driveway. a swarm of empty beer bottles. bed and guest bed immaculate. lube bottle way down. douche house still attached to bath
i think not much thinking was going on during thinking time
the third cigarette in the ashtray was his ex. he tells me nothing happened. for the moment, i believe it because i want to believe it. as he is leaving i hear the ex tell Dj, "you've got a really good man there. stop being such a fucking child!"
day 26- my old boss calls. he's under going chemotherapy again.
ol' boss: "if you ever come back to sydney.."
me: "i'll grab a flight tomorrow!"
day 27 -
Dj: "you want to come to ikea?"
me: "to come look at furniture i won't be having in a house i won't be living in? umm, no. i have to be at the airport at 1pm"
Dj: "but you are coming back? aren't you?"
me: "what!?! what the fuck?"
i spend the next four weeks back in Sydney filling in at the ol' Toolshed. i spend the days at the gym, getting my drivers licence sorted and the nights at work. i tried to occupy myself as much as possible to distract myself from being angry. i would have been happy with a good 6 months; instead i got 2 weeks. so after a week of no response to texts and avoiding phonecalls... fuck this! i'm going back on the game!
Mild-mannered sex shop sales assistant by night...
avenger of unfucked horny bottoms by even later night...
this city will have a new hero
1 comment:
the Beetlejuice clip has no relevance at all. i just like it :)
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